Alex

part I is here

The two of you saunter into the bathroom, Damon peels off his sweater and tosses it to the floor as you do your tee shirt.

“I should have waited to do the laundry..” you mumble and he chuckles.

“There’s always tomorrow.” 

He turns the shower on and the two of you fully undress as the room steams up, the mirrors going cloudy. The shower was nice and warm, the water cascading down your back as you wet your hair, the man across from you staring as if you were a beautiful statue in a museum. 

You swap places in the water as you two wash your hair.

You wet, you shampoo, he wets, he shampoos, you rinse, he rinses. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful hair color? It's not blonde, but it's not brunette or red either.” you suggest as he leans his head back into the stream of water, his throat bobbing with a chuckle.

“So it's nothing?”

“No, it’s everything..” You express, looking him in his eyes as you put soap onto a cloth and scrub down his body. 

The man had a nice physique. The man was the description of ADHD. If you open any psychology diagnostic manual, the criterion would just say “Damon Albarn.” The man played football and jumped around on stage for hours, he was bound to be fit. His chest and stomach was hairy, something you found attractive on only him. 

In return he washed you down, his soap smelled nice almost of figs and maybe a hint of pine. His hands run down your arm, across your shoulder and collarbones, down your chest and to the curve of your waist. 

“You know I've missed you..” He mumbles into your neck, attempting to pepper kisses onto it before getting soap in his mouth, he spits it out. 

“I was washing up what did you expect!”

He chuckles, “I'm not sure..”

The pair finish rinsing off in the shower and he hops out to fetch you both towels, which you left folded on his bed. He runs back in with his towel around his waist and you take the blue towel from his hands and wrap it around yourself. You lotion yourself down and wiggle into a tee shirt he gave you. Walking out of the bathroom you see he put away his folded clothes and was making tea now. He came in with two steaming cups, Damon held his tea cup by the cup and not the handle. 

“You're going to burn your hand..”

“Heh no I wont.” He chuckles as he shakes his hand, most likely from burning it.

“Plus I was supposed to be taking care of YOU.” You state, blowing on your tea before sipping it, the flavor was mysterious, maybe a floral blend? It was definitely sweet.

“Well darling, you can but let me take care of you first. You came all the way out here for me, and I was very lonely without you..” He says, sinking to his knees in front of you. 

“Damon..” 

“If you don't want to, I won't..” He looks up at you with his bold blue eyes, ocean colored, or like a Bluejay flying in the sky.

“You know I'd never turn you down.” While you said this he was already kissing up your legs and kneading your calves. 

He was notorious for giving you no warning before diving in and tasting you, licking a line from the bottom to the top. 

“Jesus christ..”

His chuckle reverbed off of you as he continued flicking his tongue and lapping you up. 

You'd seen him eat ice cream before, as you looked down at him, your hands in his hair. This looked oddly like that which made you chuckle. He stopped and suddenly pulled back.

“Dames!-”

“Whatcha giggling at huh?” He teased.

“It looked like you were eating ice cream.” 

He chuckled, “You're weird.” 

His kissing resumed on your knees this time, "I heard you girls were aroused by your knees getting touched. Is it working?” He mumbled as he kissed and made out with your knee.

“I mean it tickles a little bit.”

“Oh well ill get back to work.” He says before diving back into your heat, making you jump again at his sudden actions. 

“Damon fuck-”  

Your hands toyed in his hair, slightly pulling as he endlessly lapped at you. After minutes of his frenzied licking your vision started to blur and star up and you laid back as you let go. Maybe you fully blacked out? As you leaned back up Damon was resting his head on your lap and tracking small marks on your thigh. He seemed to be humming a small song and he looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes and smiled, just a simple, warm smile. He got up and got you a cloth to wipe off with, “I know we just showered, sorry.” 

You just returned his expression before he added, “thank you for coming, I really did miss you. I thought I was gonna go crazy alone.” 

“It’s okay,” You nuzzle into his bed, he follows and cuddles up next to your warm body. “I had been missing England anyways.” 

I wrote this in like 30 minutes maybe idk. if its short and sloppy sorry, my medicines made me dizzy today, I was like a newborn deer when I got out of bed.. but should I do a part 2?? with a little more somethin somethin maybe ;)

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It's a breezy September in 1995, you pop your boyfriend's CD into your player and listen to its contents. It's an album they've been working on for a few months, you've heard his constant complaining that it's rushed and horrid, they're just trying to appease the press and the fans and meet this deadline. 

As you listen to it you think “It's not half bad.”

 You actually don't mind it, the thing is.. It lacks a bit of soul, it sort of screams “were burnt-out, leave us alone for awhile.” 

That adds up.

 You were in a long distance relationship with Damon but from your short phone calls you could tell he was worn out, and maybe taking too many drugs. One time you called him at the studio while he was recording the album with the band, his best friend Graham picked up and he sounded distraught, on the verge of crying. “Its just not right, it sounds terrible!” he wined into the line before confessing he'd walked in on Damon doing some pretty hard substances.

It didn't surprise you, the band blew up in the past 3 years, it was bound to burn them out. Damon didn't return your calls much these days and when he did, they were short and you could tell he needed some solid support. You had some money saved up from your job so you did what any rational girlfriend would do, fly across the world to help out your boyfriend. 

As you got to his flat, you still had the key from your last visit and walked in, the place was nice as usual but a little unkempt, he most likely didn't have any time to keep up with anything or clean. Today was a Thursday and he was out practicing with the band so you decided to use this extra time to tidy up. Put his dirty laundry in the wash, clean his kitchen, do the dishes. Take out his trash. 

 He had a bunch of empty beer cans and take out containers, along with dozens of cigarette packets. As you were folding his laundry you heard the lock turn before he realized it was already unlocked, he apprehensively looked inside before seeing you, folding some of his pants.

“Hey sunshine!” you called out, walking up to him and hugging him. He seemed stunned before hugging you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and shoving his face in the crook of your neck. He took 5 deep breaths just breathing you in, to him, you were better then beer, better then cigarettes, better than any drug or award on the planet. He finally let go and looked at you. 

“How’d you get here?” he asked.

“I flew obviously.”

“You should have told me I would have paid for your flight.”

“No, it was a surprise.” 

He looked at you as you said that, a look you'd never really seen before, one of..appreciation, A soft “thank you” gleaned in his eyes. 

The man was very good at bottling stuff up, and never really opening up but you could tell this was a time when he really needed care. 

He takes off his jacket and shoes and looks around his flat, the place clean and tidy. He just looks at you again and pulls you down on the couch. His tall body pressing you into the cushions in an embrace. 

“Thank you..” he whispered into your neck. 

"It's okay, I could tell you felt a little off color.” 

“That's a bit of an understatement..” he chuckled solemnly. 

“Well I didn't get a flight back, so I'll take care of you for a while..” 

He leaned up, sitting on the couch normally now, he pulled your legs into his lap, he always enjoyed absentmindedly playing with them. 

“What about your life back home?”

“Didnt have much there, I travel as a model, the only thing I have back home is my belongings.”

 He looked at you again, pressing a kiss to your knee, “if you say so.” He muttered before you pulled on a little stand of his hair to get him to look at you.

“You're my everything Dames..You're the only thing I need okay, and I need you to feel better. So just rest okay?” He smiled and laid his head down on your lap. 

“I was gonna order you food I can't when you're acting like a cat!”

He made a meow sound before adding, “Alex made us eat something odd for lunch, Graham threw it up and it hurt my stomach, killed my appitite..I just want to lay here..” he said before closing his eyes, he looked up and stated further, “your the only thing im hungry for..” He smirked as you yelled “Dames!” 

You were just happy to see the man smile again. Wafting your hand in front of your nose you made a PEW-WEE sound, he sat up and kissed your cheek. 

“What?” his voice is teasing now. 

“You smell..”

“You're so quick to judge me, you got airport germs on you.”

this is sooooo rushed but whatever i just needed to write something while doing my laundry...

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You were sitting at your desk at Nockfell high, the smell of mold and sweaty teenagers filling the room. Mrs. Packerton was teaching the class about god knows what. you were just focused on the notepad in front of you, sketching little creatures, things you saw in your dreams. The minutes ticked by like snails. Slowly inching, it was almost unbearable. No, it was unbearable. From beside you, you see your best friend Larry. He points to his sketchbook and cringes at the sound of a page tearing out, Mrs. Packerton turns around.

“Mr. Johnson! Stop disrupting my class! This is important.” she huffed before turning back to her whiteboard.

 You silently chuckled at him as he slunked down in his seat, a little embarrassed.

After an excruciating 15 more minutes, the bell rang. It was finally time to return home. 

The air outside was fresh but somehow still held a sinister tone. It didn't matter to you. “Not my problem..” mumbled as you passed the old church. 

Behind you was a set of loud, large footsteps, you didn't peer behind you till they got to close. “Heyyyy shortie.” Larry nudged your shoulder. 

“My god you scared me..”

“Sorry, sorry..”

He walked beside you, keeping up with your slow pace. You enjoyed your walk home, watching the trees and the birds. Sure it wasn't the safest town to walk in, but you had some mace and a pocket knife Larry gave you. Keep this on you okay? Don't be afraid to use it, he told you after a girl got kidnapped near the school. He even offered to teach you self defence. Of course you took the offer, a chance to touch and get close to him. Hehe.

“Soooo i tried to pass you a note in class, didn't go well..” he blushed.

“Yeah I saw,” you chuckled, poking his arm “whatcha want?” 

“Well, Sal is busy and you're my other best friend. Sanity's Fall has a concert just outside of town, I got two tickets..” he paused “Wanna go with me?”

“I'm your last resort person huh? Ouchy..” you said teasing.

“Nonononononononono, i just didn't know if you were interested in that kind of thing.”

“A concert?” 

“A heavy metal concert.” 

You were more quiet than Larry, the extremely shy one of the group, not really doing school events or group hangouts. You preferred one-on-one time with Larry.

He stopped in front of the apartment, the smell of mold in despair filling your nose. “You can say no, I can sell the other, or not go I guess and give them both away.”

He looked at his raggedy shoes, kicking a rock on the pavement.

“Ill go, I'd be nice to get out of the house.” as you said it his head perked up and he beamed ear to ear. “Really?!” 

“Yeah” 

“Dont feel forced.. I-i mean it's okay if you say no i wont be mad.”

“Larry, I wanna go, it will be fun.”

He grabbed your hands, the blood leaving your hands and going to your cheeks, he shook them and was practically about to explode. “I'M SO EXCITED!!”

He held the door as I walked inside and we got in the elevator. 

“When is it?”

“Friday, I hope you're free.”

“Oh yeah what else would I have going on?”

“Pouting in your room.”

“I don't pout!”

“Mhmm surreeeee.”

The elevator beeped for your floor, you hop out and shoot Larry a smile.

“Ill see you soon” he grins and presses the button for the basement, blowing you a little kiss, before you could react, the elevator doors shut. 

Friday came as fast as lighting, you were in your room trying to find a suitable outfit for the occasion, you landed on the classic combo.

 Jeanshorts and tights, and to tie it all together, a hoodie Larry let you borrow. Definition of borrow in this situation. 

He gave it but you let him forget about it, and you never washed it, for the 6 months you've had it. It lost its smell, so maybe if you give this one back, he’ll give you a new one. Freshly stinky. You heard a knock on your front door, “I'M COMING!! ONE SECOND!!” you shouted while tying your shoes. 

After the second tie was laced you opened the door to see long haired Larry. 

“Hey pretty lady. Ready to go?” he smiled looking at your outfit before landing on the hoodie. “Hey wait a second-”

“Ill give it back if i can get a new one”

“Hmm ill think about the offer.”

He leads you outside and into his car, a van with paint chipping off of it, he tries to paint the outside of it. It didn't end well. 

In the car he played his music at a fair volume so he could still talk to you.

“If you get uncomfortable just tell me and we can go.” he looked over at you before returning to the road, he was a surprisingly good driver. 

“I'll be fine, I've been to concerts before..”

“Okay, just making sure. You got your knife?”

“They won't let me bring that in! I have my mace though.”

“Atta girl!” he smiled at you proudly before pulling into the venue parking lot. 

He got out and opened your door for you 

“Mlady.”

“Thanks..”

Before entering the swamp of people, he reached out and took your hand.

“Dont want you to get lost.”

“I won't! I'm not a child.”

“I know, I know.”

The two of you walked inside and were greeted by the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, maybe a faint stench of pot.

You and Larry found a space off to the side but still close to the stage, you were too short to really see above the people in front of you but you didn't mind. Larry poked you on the arm before holding out what looked like two gummy bears. 

“Want one?”

“Are these real gummy bears?” “Yeah?”

“I mean like, normal, normal ingredients?”

“Uhhh, no.”

You take the red one on the right, and plop it in your mouth. It tasted kinda gross but was heavily masked by the flavoring, you didn't even wanna think about how much dye was in these, or what drugs were in them.

After a few minutes of you chitchatting and the effects of the drug kicking in, it was pot, you felt airy and light, not caring about the people around you anymore. The band came on stage, Larry was having the time of his life and you were just dancing like this was any normal concert. Larry started laughing at your dancing, and you just rolled your eyes. “Whatr you looking at??” you yelled above the music

“You.”

“Why”

“You look cute when you're dancing, and stoned, stoned dancing.”

You rolled your bloodshot eyes again.

“You suck”

“You swallow."

That was a comeback you used a lot, now it was used against you, you pushed him and he grabbed your wrist and had you dance with him. 

While other people were headbanging and moshing, you two were dancing like fools to the loud music of Sanity's Fall. 

As the night went on you two decided to leave a little early to avoid the swarm of people trying to leave at the same time, Larry nodded his head towards the door and took your hand again, weaving through the hoard of people. 

“Woo! That place was a little stuffy, huh?” Larry exclaimed as you too hit the fresh air of the outside world. Despite there being no more crowd he still held onto your hand, slightly hoping you didn't notice, but of course you did, you noticed everything he did. 

You swung your hands a little as you two walked to his car, he chuckled as he opened your passenger side door. 

“You're a riot you know that?” he said as you climbed inside, the car had a faint smell of pine needles and Mcdonalds fries. 

“Did you have fun?” he looks at you as he climbs in his seat, buckling your seatbelt for you before doing his own. 

“Yeah! Not my type of crowd but I still had fun, cuz I was with you.” you smiled and he couldn't help take his eyes off the road to glance at you and smile back. 

The drive back to the apartments was smooth, you guys left early enough to beat the traffic jam and drunkards staggering out of the building looking for a fight. 

The two of you got out and walked into the apartments, of course Larry held the door for you. 

“I can open my own doors!” 

“I know but I like to do it.”

As you both enter the elevator he clicks the button to go to the basement, “moms been talking about you, she'd love to see you..if she's still awake.” he chuckles before adding “i owe you a kew hoodie dont i?” 

He steps out of the elevator and puts in the keys to his apartment. You step in and the place feels as homely as usual, it faintly smells of mold, like the rest of the apartment, and a little bit of bleach. 

He walks into his room and starts digging through a pile of laundry on the floor, while you wait for him to finish his hunt, you look at his easel. A fresh painting of a woman with your hair color inserted.

“This one's really pretty, who is it?” you observe the painting, its still in its baby stages so it's a tiny bit hard to make out. He walks over with a hoodie in his hands, “uhhhhhh.”

He mumbles while standing there with the new freshly stinky Larry hoodie. You take it from his hands and look at him. 

“What? Is it mee?” you tease him. 

“Maybe”

“Maybe? What do you mean maybe? You're the painter.”

“It just.. came out, i wasn't thinking about what i was painting.”

“So I'm looming in your subconscious?”

This is my first fic!! i usual write songs and poems but never this before! this is just a little something i wrote late at night :P

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This takes place in modem day

Larry was your best friend. You moved into Addison apartments about a year ago. Ever since the day he helped you move your boxes into you and your dads place, you were talking non-stop. You both loved art, music, plants, and weed. You didn't really have a solid place to get some, or a dealer. You didn't trust many people, so Larry was your guy for that. Your dealer with benefits you could say...

 One night you two weren't hanging out, a rare occurrence. You were up in your room mindlessly strumming on your guitar. Playing just simple open chords on your acoustic guitar. Your fingers moving against the rosewood fretboard like they were dancing. A slow, tired dance.

You hadn't heard from Larry in a few hours which was odd, even if you both didn't have a long call or text convo, he still would have sent you a little message. Maybe a meme or a song, or a voice note. You loved his little rambles...

You were a little concerned by the lack of messages, but maybe he got too high and fell asleep, maybe Lisa asked him to do chores and he forgot his phone, maybe he's blasting Sanity's Fall so loud, nothing is on his mind at the moment. Even though all those are possibilities, you know he still would have reached out.

A simple..

“I'm too high, goodnight!<3”

“Moms asking me to do dishes, talk after?”

“Bout to listen to some SF, you wanna come over and draw?”

This was very out of character, but you were a little bit too sleepy to mind. You didn't wanna worry. 

An hour passes, and it's now midnight. You start to really get anxious. Your phone is across the room while you have a record spinning. You were just laying on your bed staring up at the ceiling, in your pajamas. Then you hear a small buzz. You run over to your phone and see its Larry. A small sentence. Just..

“Can you stop by..”

Then a second later..

“Please..”

You instantly put on a cardigan over your sleep shirt and slid on some slippers. You grabbed your bag and headed out the door to the elevators. You put in your key card and hit the button to the basement floor. You waited on the minute long ride it took to get you down. Your foot tapping on the floor as you were ready to go see Larry and see why he wanted you there so badly. You heard the small...

DING!

From the elevator and walked to his apartment and used the spare key he had given you, and opened the door. The place was dark with only a nightlight on in the living room and kitchen, which usually meant Lisa was asleep. You went over Larry's room and gently knocked on the door. 

“Larry..?”

All you heard was a shaky breath and a small come in. You entered his room, the familiar smell of paints, weed and something uniquely Larry, like a pine tree, or tobacco, or something you could never find in the wild except for right here. You saw him sitting beside his bed with his knees up to his chest and you walked over, concerned for him. You'd never seen him like this before. You both had anxiety and some issues in your past and things lingering inside you now, but he was usually the strong one. He'd calm you down, help you feel better, but this, it made your heart shatter.

“Larry. Honey are you alright...?”

He just nodded and leaned against you, his head leaning onto your shoulder. His long brown hair tied into a messy bun. One day a while back you were joking with him about his “man bun” but you both knew you loved his hair like that.

 You could feel his heart race from beside you, his shaky hands and the way he was breathing, it was obvious to you he was having a panic attack. You moved your arm to slightly embrace him, your hand going to his back, slowly rubbing up and down. 

“You'll be alright, okay? I've got you...” you cooed. “Just breathe for me alright. You can feel me breathing? Follow that...” 

You spoke to him softly, the softest you think you've ever spoken to a person. After a few minutes he started to regain a little bit of composure. He started to take deeper breaths as you praised him for it.

“Good job you're doing so good!” 

He finally looked up at you and smiled, his tired brown eyes looking into yours, his sleepy voice finally piped up. “You're good at this, the Calming people down thing. I've seen you do it to Sal..how are you so good at this....” 

As you start to pet his messy hair you giggle at the question before you can answer he chimes back in..

“Also don't stop doing the hair thing, it feels SOOO good...”

Which gets another giggle from you, and you continue to pet his hair as you answer

“I'm just good at helping people I guess, I have panic attacks myself you know? I also like giving hugs so...” he snuggled into you more, his head now laying on your chest and he has a slight smile on his face, but he looks up again.

“I'm sorry for dragging you down here for something stupid, you were probably doing something. Like writing a song or drawing and I'm dragging you down here on a Friday night, cuz I randomly got panicked…” 

Brushing back some of his hair you felt bad he was feeling that way.

“Don't say that I don't mind helping you, plus I wanted to spend my night with you.”

All of a sudden, he stands up and holds his hands out to pull you up. You take them, then he jumps and tackles you to his bed, the soft cocoon of the pillows and blankets softening your fall as you giggle at the weight of him on top of you, just clinging, like he doesn't wanna let go. 

“You wont leave right..?” 

“No.. I'm here for the night, I promise Larry bear.”

“Don't call me that!!!”

He rolls over so he's not crushing you and pulls you in and cuddles you, his head in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around you like you're a teddy bear.

“Thanks for coming over. You know I love you right?”

You return the hug, relaxing into him.